Have you ever had a moment where you just question everything? Like, did certain things really happen, or is your life really how you think it is? I've had those moments before, but it was usually right before I wake up. And I hope that this is just one of those moments.

As usual, I woke to really loud noises, though this time they were accompanied by the shaking ground. Odd, my soft-as-lamb bed is as hard as my heart today. Ugh, what the hell. I sprang to a sitting position, a bit disoriented. I was bathed in mild sunlight and the wind was whistling. Oh, I'm outside.

"Huh? What the hell?" I yelled as the reality of this moment sunk in. I noticed that I'm sitting on the ground, wearing my pj's and surrounded by – what are those, houses? Hold on, these are certainly not the kind of houses you'll see in my city. Just where in the world am I?

As I thought about every possible reasons – I was kidnapped in my sleep and the kidnappers just left me in the middle of nowhere, or maybe I sleepwalked from my bed to the middle of no-effing-where – another round of the loud noise and mini earthquake literally shook me from my thoughts. Snapping my eyes around, I spotted my big ass suitcase – which I only ever use when I'm going to my grandparents – and approached it.

"How on earth? It's pretty heavy," I tried opening my case, and guess what? "My clothes. Well of course. Damnit." I don't know if I should be pissed, confused or scared. Honestly though, I think I'm all of it at once. This is like one hell of a drunken escapade, without the headache. As I busied myself with my battered, big suitcase, a huge shadow loomed over me as the terrible noise nearest me stopped.

Looking at the source of the shadow I almost peed my pj's. "What the freak?" I muttered. Obviously, my vocabulary was limited to only phrases that ungrateful and bratty millennials like me were doomed to say. Anyways, what I saw before me is clearly something straight out of a nightmare. It was, I'd say, a giant. Though it wasn't a Jack and the beanstalk kind of a giant. It was really ugly, and naked. But I can't tell if it's a dude giant or not, and I honestly don't wanna know. I'd say it's around two stories high. What's the measurement for that, 5 or 6 meters?

Hold on, what the hell am I doing converting its height? In moments like this, the best thing to do is to run, no matter how strong the urge to soil my pants is. I grabbed my suitcase and pulled it to the direction opposite the giant, wishing and praying to all deities that would listen for it to not follow me. But I guess they were all deaf. As soon as I turned to make a run for it, I felt more than heard its hand move after me. By golly it's gonna squash me!

I closed my eyes, still running and at the same time waiting for the hit which thankfully didn't reach me. It hit the ground instead, and being the idiot ass that I am, I turned around to look at the ugly thing. Right in front of my face was its hand, severed from its arms. I would have barfed all over the place if I didn't remember I was barefooted. I just realized that the giant was making new noises – screams of agony and then it gurgled on its blood. It soon fell beside it's hand.

"Who are you?" A very manly voice asked, and it's not the giant. I looked around a saw a man with golden hair and eyebrows that rivals Oscar the Grouch's. For a moment, his face could be the literal description of what surprised meant, but it gradually became a blank slate. He slowly approached me, confident yet at the same time cautious. "I … I'm, ugh…"

He was now three steps away from me, and from here, I can tell that he's muscular, and it's so obvious that he's tall. Though, he's not a giant. He is as human as I am, and on closer inspection, he was actually wearing some kind of military uniform. Now that's yet another reason for me to feel intimidated by him. I barely even reach his shoulders!

"I said, who are you?" He repeated. "I'm Andi Frost." I told him. And no, that is not my name. In moments like this, you either give a fake id or a fake name. "Andi Frost, what are you doing outside the walls?"

Okay, first off I wanted to ask him where in the world we are. Second, I wanna know what the hell that giant thingy was, and lastly I want him to tell me what and where this "walls" that he's talking about is. I sure as hell am seeing walls around us, but I highly doubt this is what he meant. Despite these rather intelligent questions in my head, all I managed to utter was, "whatsyarneym?"

Oh gawd, I wish the ground would just split up and swallow me up right now. I feel my cheeks heat up and I imagine I'm blushing like a tomato now. And boy, a smile was playing on his lips, and his eyes displayed amusement despite the situation. Asshole. I then managed to form a coherent sentence, "uh, I don't really know this "walls" that you're talking about. And if you don't mind, could you tell me why there is a freaking giant here and where is here?" I said so fast I barely took a breath.

Before he could answer though, a loud scream echoed drawing our attention. I'm guessing it's another one of this giant thingy. I looked at the man, expecting … hmm, I don't know. Tell me to run? But then he spoke up, "unfortunately Miss Frost, this isn't the best place to talk." With that, he whisked me to where his white horse was, making me ride behind him with my ugly suitcase dragging behind. And so, my new life begins.